Flames of Hatred: Jason Vikern & Jay Vorhen

[eradicati0n]

Then the lord said to Cain "Where is your brother Abel?" "I don't know" he replied. "Am I my brother's keeper?"

Incipient

Jason Vikern and Jay Vorhen. Two people seemingly so distant, yet linked by every fibre of their being. No two men could be so deeply entwined in the life of one another, yet have seen so little of eachother through their most important, formative years.

Jay Vorhen was born April 2nd 1988 to a middle class family of Scandanavian descent. Raised in a fairly pleasant neighbourhood in the West Midlands of England, Jay was raised well. A few years after his birth, Mr & Mrs Vorhen gave birth to Jason Vorhen on November 13th, 1992. Both were raised in accordance with the well-supported yet freedom-oriented parenting style their parents had also been raised with. Both brothers had a fairly uneventful upbringing, doing well in education and easily finding jobs for themselves whilst still living at home.

Growth

However, life for the brothers was shattered during the night of November 16 2009, a few days after Jason's 18th birthday. Jason returned from work to find their once comfortable family home ablaze, the glow from the flames illuminating the once quiet street that was now packed with emergency services. Jay sat in the back of an ambulance covered in soot, having his burns tended to by an EMT whilst firefighters struggled to contain the infernal flames that would inevitably tear asunder the peaceful life the brothers had enjoyed. With a solemn look from Jay, Jason knew there were no other survivors.

Fully Developed

Jay and Jason continued to live together in a cramped apartment for the next few months. Jay threw himself into work, dulling his emotions with the repetitive corporate grind, masking his burns with a suit and tie and his pain with a smile. Jason however turned the other cheek to the world, locking himself away in the tiny room that had become all he had left. 

After a particularly tense and heated exchange one night, Jason slammed the door behind him, leaving Jay inside the tiny apartment he now called home. Jason walked out into the rain, feeling the cold slew lash against his face as he threw his hood over his mess of black hair, walking away from the apartment and leaving his brother forever. Jason blamed Jay. He blamed him for the death of their parents, for the fire, for everything. Jay had never told him that the burns on his hands and chest weren't from trying to escape, but rather from his ultimately vain efforts of trying to drag his unconcious mother through the flames that eventually turned her to ashes and swept her from the earth.

Decay

Jason turned towards crime, choosing to live within his own void rather than branching out and trying to better himself. He eventually changed his name through Deed Poll to Jason Vikern, a surname he borrowed from the maiden name of his grandmother on his Father's side. He eventually made his way to Liberty City, not finding much success. He spent some time homeless as a lone criminal, eventually falling in with the Angels of Death MC before their collapse in 2013. Jason eventually found his way to Los Santos, enjoying the hectic, crime-ridden violence that plagued the city. Though he was thousands of miles away from his brother and the ashes of his former family home, thoughts of his parents and Jay always danced in the back of his mind, flickering like flames.

Jay Vorhen continued on without his brother, a solemn sadness replacing the burning pain that had always lived within him. Losing his parents was a burrowing sorrow in his heart, but the loss of his brother gnawed at his soul. After spending a few more years in England, working the same corporate job day after day, Jay yearned for something different, something exciting. He craved a wild excitement that only American society could provide. Jay decided to pack up and leave, handing in his resignation and flying out the following day. Jay visited a few different states, eventually landing in Los Santos. This city was wild and untamed: criminals roamed the streets like animals, firearms were brazenly displayed like jewellery, and it was exactly what Jay was looking for. Jay settled nicely into the city, making few friends but taking a great interest in the hunting economy of Los Santos & Blaine County. 

Thousands of miles from where both their lives were ripped apart, Jay Vorhen and Jason Vikern now reside in the same city, ironically unaware of how close they are to one another. The city is large and busy, but this place does have a way of bringing people together.

Edited October 9, 2020 by eradicati0n
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[mazen39]

good one mate 

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[eradicati0n]

Jason: Chapter 1

The details in this chapter took place between January and June 2019.

 

A Splash of Colour

Jason Vikern's first few days in Los Santos were fairly quiet. After acquiring a driving license, Jason opted to work some menial jobs, delivering money to ATM's around the city and packages to houses. The work was quiet and frankly boring to Jason, who began to somewhat miss the hectic times he'd spent with the Angels of Death MC in Liberty City. However, honest work pays, and Jason purchased his first car.

After earning enough to sustain himself, Jason began to look into some more exciting roles he could take. He encountered two very strange men in a car decorated with cardboard. The men called themselves "Broccoli Rob" and "Cauli" respectively, matching their outfits to their names. Broccoli Rob bore a green outfits with a green sack mask, accompanied with a black bulletproof vest. Cauli wore a similar outfit in grey, trading the sack for a balaclava. These two had clearly been around town a lot, and even though they were extremely strange, were happy to show Jason the ropes of the criminal life. They taught him about the gang culture of the city, showed him how to cook LSD, and even selling Jason his first firearm. Even through this initial excitement, life eventually began to blur back into shades of grey for Jason. After the luster of reaching a new city had warn off, Jason found himself bored. After a few weeks of making drugs in the dead of night and trying to steer clear of the gangs within the city, Jason saw an advertisement on Weazel.

"Ikigai-Gumi Needs You!" 

The message had a phone number attached. Jason sent a text to the number, curious as to the meaning of this cryptic advertisement. A day or two later, Jason woke up to a reply, explaining that Ikigai-Gumi was in fact a Los Santos branch of the Yakuza, a small and upcoming gang. After texting back and forth with the contact for a short while, Jason organized a meeting.

A red and grey Sultan Classic pulled up at the bank with two occupants, a male and female. The window rolled down and a man in a large grey coat leaned towards the window. 
"You the guy I've been texting?"
"That's me" Jason replied. Hopping into the car, the three drove a short while down the road, pulling up to an abandoned house just below the hills. Leaving the car with the two occupants and entering the house, Jason took a seat on the musty sofa, and the two people quickly introduced themselves. The male was Ringo Kihara, the apparent leader of the Yakuza, and Cleo, his second in command. Kihara ran through the rules and guidelines of the Yakuza, and what is expected of their members, along with showing him the mask they chose to wear. It was clear this was a small startup gang, nowhere near the same reputation as the Zetas or The Wanted, but Jason was still interested. The clear tenents of a close family and respect for innocents was something Jason could get behind. Life may have changed him, but to this day he had still never hurt an innocent, and had no such desire to do so. Jason agreed to join the Yakuza, shaking hands with both Kihara and Cleo and leaving the house together, now a prospect within the Yakuza. After heading to a clothing store and donning the mask, along with getting his BF400 re-sprayed, Jason hoped that he'd now found a splash of colour in his world of grey.

 

 

Inescapable Black

This colour didn't last long.

After a few weeks with the Yakuza, it became clear that things were not well. Members were dropping like flies, the radio frequency was nearly always dead, and higher ups couldn't be reached. One of the higher ups Gavriel had left a week or two after Jason had joined. After an incident at bank one night, a masked man in black revealed himself to by Gavriel and introduced him to a woman named Ravyn Black. Gavriel explained that the Yakuza were at risk of getting on the wrong side of an organization known as "The Council", and hadn't been paying their tax. He told Jason he should jump ship and join the "Book Club" Gavriel was now a part of. Jason agreed and, after some small consideration, he let Kihara know that he was out, and they parted ways amicably. Jason began to hang out with this group, often riding shotgun with Ravyn, helping them to clear labs, assist group members, and chase down Russians. After a few weeks, he met a man named Gaige Michaels, a higher up in the organization, who offered to formally recruit him into the group. 

After calling a Parliament at the dam, Jason and another recruit named Chanty were questioned vigorously by members of the group. This included a full search of their phones, checks for wire taps and radios, and a long series of questions regarding loyalty, conduct, and knowledge of the city. During this questioning, Jason learned a lot. He had always been good at putting his ear to the streets and listening to the whispers, but he learned some of the essentials of criminal life in Los Santos. He learned of The Council, and their hold over the city, and how to avoid Detectives attempting to capture him. Whilst Jason was still relatively green, he was not afraid to say what he thought, and admit when he didn't know something. This clarity and honesty earned him some respect from the Parliament, especially when his response to the question "What if one of us here were working with the police" was simply "Kill them". This ensuing respect for his no nonsense and honest attitude resulted in a vast majority voting to recruit Jason. He was now an official member. Unfortunately the other recruit present, Chanty, did not make the cut, and took flight over the dam to the rocks below. Jason's world had been shades of grey for a long time, but now the grey was fading, replaced with an inescapable, tenebrous shade of Black.

 

Jason was now a Rook.

Edited October 26, 2020 by eradicati0n

[QuirkyMayhem]

Love this ^_^
Cant wait to hear the rest of what Jason has been up to!

[HaNd]

Pretty cool

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